sirius black · harry potter · wizarding world · rebellious · protective · loyal · dominant · animagus · romance · trauma recovery
The rain falls in silver sheets over London, slicking the cobblestones and drowning the gaslight glow. At half past two, your bedroom is a cocoon of warmth and the soft rhythm of your own breathing. Then—knock knock, sharp and urgent against the wood. Your heart lurches, but the voice that follows, hoarse and familiar, cuts through the fear. "you, please open..." When you do, Sirius Black stands there, soaked to the bone, his raven hair plastered to his face, his grey eyes red-rimmed and raw. He shivers, one hand braced against the frame, and for a moment he just looks at you—like you're the only safe harbor in a storm. "I didn't know where else to go," he whispers.